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It was late at night, Zhou Qingluo was very tired, but couldn't sleep.

Song Ling didn't sleep either, she hugged him and patted his back repeatedly.

"Wife."

"Song Ling."

The two spoke in unison.

Then they fell into silence.

Song Ling was very upset, turned over directly, pressed the person on the bed, and started to move his hands up and down.

Zhou Qingluo was exhausted, "Oh, don't make trouble, it's already happened twice."

"No way, I really want to hear you call me husband."

Zhou Qingluo: "Okay, okay, it's okay if I call you."

"Call quickly."

"husband."

"More."

"husband."

"not enough."

Zhou Qingluo was impatient, and scolded with a smile: "You have to make more progress."

But some people will go all the way to the end, turning people over and over for a while.

Zhou Qingluo was lying on the bed with nothing to love, Song Ling got up, found a bag of things, and got under the quilt, "I have something to tell you."

Zhou Qingluo was very tired: "Say."

"signature."

Zhou Qingluo didn't even open his eyes, "Sign what?"

"Good stuff, great deal."

"Don't sign."

"Sign it, and I'm yours."

Zhou Qingluo was amused by him, "Don't make trouble, I'm so tired, let's rest first."

Song Ling coaxed and lied, then slapped and rolled, "Be good, sign quickly."

Zhou Qingluo got up from the bed and leaned against the head of the bed to read the documents.

Song Ling turned to the signature page: "Just sign it."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him: "There are ghosts, I won't sign unless you show me."

Zhou Qingluo took a look at the documents. They were some notarized property transfer agreements. The transferor Song Ling had already signed, and the transferee was him.

The amount is not small. He started to earn money from apes, but he couldn't earn that much.

Zhou Qingluo snapped the agreement shut and threw it to Song Ling, "I won't sign it."

"Too little? It's all my belongings."

Zhou Qingluo: "What are your plans?"

Song Ling remained silent, and took out two of them, "Then you sign these two, this is the wedding room I bought, and this is the money for decorating the wedding room."

"you……"

"What? I contribute money, you contribute, don't you want to contribute nothing to our wedding room?"

Zhou Qingluo looked at him silently without saying a word.

Song Ling: "Don't you love money the most? You have changed."

Zhou Qingluo remained silent.

Song Ling took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Okay. I'll say it, but you will sign it after I say it."

"No."

"Okay then, I'll hold your hand and sign when you fall asleep."

"..."

Song Ling compromised: "Okay, let me talk about business, Song Jinyi asked me to meet alone."

Zhou Qingluo immediately sat up, "No."

Song Ling: "A few days ago he used Xiao Ci to threaten Jiao Zuo, and asked Jiao Zuo to open the door of the villa and take away my computer."

"What is he doing with your computer?"

"There are a lot of Trojan horse software and virus software in that computer." Song Ling was silent, and then said: "There are also software that attack online trading systems, semi-finished products."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed.

Before Song Ling's computer was almost always with him, the first time he forgot to take his computer when he went out, Zhou Qingluo dragged him away from Song Zhaoguang's whip, saying that he would take him to eat snail noodles, so he followed Zhou Qingluo away.

After he recovered from his illness, he never touched the computer again, and locked it in the villa, treating it as an unbearable past.

Zhou Qingluo forced himself to calm down, not to lose his footing: "Your computer has a password, and your program is encrypted. He probably can't crack it."

"He doesn't have that ability, but there are many people and strength."

"Then I'll go with you."

Song Ling kissed next Zhou Qingluo's forehead, "You go with me, he tied you up and pointed a knife at you, so I have to do everything? You are good, I have nothing else to do."

"Just call the police, okay? You see, someone on the Internet has slandered me, just call the police." Zhou Qingluo paused, "No, you can't call the police. If you call the police, your computer will also be cracked. You will No way..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't dare to think about it, so he hugged Song Ling, "Let's go, to a place that doesn't know us."

Song Ling laughed, "I still want to be with you dignifiedly, how can I leave, this is our home, and I'm not going anywhere."

"But Song Jinyi..."

"Qing Luo, Song Jinyi is a rich man. He has a lot of resources, and he has a twisted mind and an anti-social personality. He doesn't have any desire to survive, he just wants to tease the world. He also read a whole wall of psychological books. He He is good at controlling himself and others. He regards me as his work and wants to use my hands to destroy the world. A person who has no desire to survive is crazier than you can imagine. The things he does are not at all For the benefit of Baomu Group, but to destroy it, he must be exchanging Baomu and me for the contents of my computer."

"What are you going to do?"

"Fix him, and live a good life with you, you wait for me."

Baomu Group has been in a state of turmoil recently, and negative news is emerging one after another.

Song Jinyi changed his vigorous and resolute attitude, and did not deal with it and did not express his opinion.

Shareholders all speculated that it seemed that Song Jinyi was going to die soon.

Song Xuelian is seriously ill, Song Jinyi is not in good health, and the shareholders are not easy-going. Judging by the situation, everyone wants to be the leader.

It's just that because Song Jinyi is a ruthless doomsman, no one dares to act rashly, and can only secretly hope that he will die soon.

These stupid and hypocritical people.

Of course Song Jinyi knew what these people were thinking. Baomu had already been listed, but it was no longer a company owned by the Song family.

The Song family is small, and sooner or later they will disappear in this world, but the Baomu Group founded by the predecessors of the Song family is actually going to survive in this world, which is meaningless.

But during this period of time, gossip about Baomu spread like wildfire, what had been filed for investigation, and Zhou Yunqian reported it with his real name in the prison, causing panic among the people.

What followed was a large number of grassroots employees resigned.

The top management of the company has reached the point where they have to hold a meeting.

Song Jinyi was sitting in the conference room, still looking gentle and refined, his eyes under the rimless glasses were still bottomless, at first glance they were plain and impermanent, but on closer inspection they were extremely dark.

No one dared to speak, and the conference room was as quiet as if no one existed.

Finally someone couldn't hold his breath and spoke out, filled with righteous indignation: "I think our company will be finished sooner or later if it continues like this!"

When someone initiates, others will follow.

"I don't know where there are so many gossips on the Internet. If we don't clarify with public relations, we will be finished."

"It damages the company's reputation."

"The power of public opinion is still very strong now. The last seafood incident, our stock directly fell to the limit."

At the end of the debate, everyone blamed each other.

"At that time, I said that this batch of seafood could not be made, it would harm others and myself."

The person in charge of the matchmaking was not happy, "It sounds good, I didn't see you say anything when the dividends were distributed, and besides, you didn't bring in those radiation jewels."

The fire was picked up at once.

If someone who doesn't understand the reason comes in, he thinks that a group of market hoodlums gather here to criticize and criticize, rather than a company's high-level meeting.

One by one, Song Jinyi remained silent, but he was not as calm and calm as usual, but watched them fight with great interest, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, like watching a play. Looking at this group of people who are backlashed by greed.

Someone yelled: "Enough is enough, if this continues, everyone will be finished! Listen to what the chairman has to say!"

"Yes, the chairman must have a way."

The office gradually became quiet, and he turned his head to look at Song Jinyi.

Song Jinyi watched them all with burning eyes, as if grasping at straws, very much like Song Ling.

When Song Ling saw Jiang Shiyan's expression when he was young, it was like this.

Thinking of Song Ling, Song Jinyi felt restless.

He can only destroy Baomu, there are only a few people in Baomu Group, only Song Ling can destroy all this, attack the bank network, crack the financial system, turn him upside down, how exciting.

But his work failed.

He was clearly so attentive.

How could Song Ling have such strong willpower?

Look at this group of high-spirited intellectuals, who saw the money and got into it. Now that the problem is serious, they rush to remedy it.

How interesting.

What a success.

Song Jinyi looked at these works and smiled, "This is the end, I can't help it."

After Song Jinyi finished speaking, he carefully observed their expressions.

Their expressions were shocked but also inconceivable, as if they heard something from the Arabian Nights, and then self-hypnotized and misunderstood.

Song Jinyi said silently in his heart: Chairman, you can't joke, you have to be responsible to everyone.

Someone came back to his senses, "Chairman, you can't be joking, you have to be responsible to everyone."

Song Jinyi coughed weakly, literally.

He said slowly: "The company is listed, and the company belongs to everyone, not just my Song family. The company pays your annual salary, right?"

Everyone was stunned.

For a long time, Song Jinyi has never said such broken words. He acquiesces and approves all the decisions. Even if something happens, he can settle it.

Under his wing, they became famous and made a lot of money.

The desire is endless, the hole is getting bigger and bigger, and now it is irreparable.

Unknowingly, the sweet pastry turned into a big pit. Everyone was lying on the bottom of the pit. There were several tons of yellow pictures hanging on the pit, and they could all be buried anytime, anywhere.

Song Jinyi: "I'm not in good health. I should have retired to the second line long ago. What do you guys think about the position of chairman?"

Song Jinyi's mansion is deep and his methods are ruthless. No one knows what he is thinking, nor what he is thinking now, so they can only look at each other, each with their own ghosts.

"You can't step down at this time!"

"Correct!"

"cannot!"

Song Jinyi smiled coolly, followed by coughing a few times.

He glanced at everyone coolly, with a mocking smile showing mountains and dews.

"Why didn't you say that when the profit was 500%? You have earned enough money, why are you afraid now?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Song Jinyi: "It would be great if you could be so resolute and rational when you were faced with profits."

At this moment, Song Jinyi's phone rang. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was Song Ling's call. He picked up the phone and looked up at everyone, "You guys continue to discuss."

Song Jinyi left without saying a word.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and it took a while to react.

All along, they thought that Song Jinyi and they were grasshoppers on the same boat, but now they realized that Song Jinyi was a desperate man who put bait for people to board the boat.

Not long after he lived, he dragged everyone to die together.

But when they reacted, Song Jinyi had already withdrawn.

There is a lot of wind and snow outside, how many people will not be able to overcome this winter.

On the other side, Uncle Zhou was sitting in the living room, watching the overwhelming negative news about Baomu with reading glasses, and sighed.

Today is the day to visit Zhou Yunqian in prison, he has already packed his things, but he is hesitant to go.

He took off his reading glasses, looked at the photo of his son's master's degree on the TV cabinet, and Song Ling's words kept echoing in his mind.

If your son confesses or confesses, the sentence may be reduced by a few years.

He put on his coat, picked up his bag and went out.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the door, Uncle Zhou walked out with his arms folded without an umbrella.

He looked at the sky full of wind and snow, and laughed at himself. Since ancient times, evil has prevailed, and he has lived a long time, so how can he be lucky?

Song Ling asked Song Jinyi to meet on the top floor of Xuri Mall.

The wind and snow were very strong, roaring on the top floor.

Song Jinyi was wearing a white suit, a white coat, and even his hair neatly. He was a gentle and elegant young man. No one would have imagined this appearance. He was a man without feelings.

On the other hand, Song Ling was dressed in black, which made his skin whiter. He was holding a black umbrella, and he was stern and tall.

Like a soul that came out of the black and white world, with the ability to destroy everything, standing in this gray space, he was as perfect as a demon specially created by the creator to destroy the world.

But for such a person, there is actually a yellow sunflower doll that is out of place hanging on his umbrella handle, swaying left and right with his movements, smiling with a big face.

This little bit of color, in this lifeless atmosphere, winks extraordinarily.

Song Jinyi looked him up and down, his eyes finally fell on the sunflower doll, he frowned and shook his head, "It's a failure."

Song Ling looked down at the Sunflower doll, and said calmly, "Wrong, it's a mascot."